One Night Only (5 page)

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VIOLET

Club Nymph 1

Erotica-Romance-Suspense

Debut Novel

Prologue

Letting the breath out of my lungs, I closed my eyes to forget about everything but the music. It was just the sensual melody and me on stage.

The music caressed my body like a passionate lover, urging me to move. It was like a drug—a seductive demand to dance. Soothing, yet demanding…

I crooked my neck back a little after my hands found their place in my soft, violet hair. My left hand moved down to my throat, slowly, without my permission. I could feel my heartbeat on my fingertips. The music continued to play seductively, forcing my hands to go down further.

My fingertips softly touched my almost naked body, they felt like feathers all around me, awakened the goosebumps on my supple skin. I forgot where or who I was and let the music take control over my body.  My fingers tangled into the thick waves of my hair again. It softly slapped against my back and my shoulders as I moved my hips with the music; each move synchronized to the beat.

I opened my eyes when my body started to heat up. Grabbing the pole with my right hand, I looked through the darkness. Darkness was good—it helped me focus on the task and made me bold.

Lifting my right leg around the pole, I balanced my weight on the thin metal bar. It was cold and welcoming against my heated skin. My leg tightened around the metal bar while my hand let go of it. My head fell back toward the darkness and I scanned the room without seeing.

I pretended that my predator was there, in the darkness…watching me, analyzing me, testing me…I could feel it in my bones. That thought gave me chills but it also reminded me of my motives, pushing me to be better.

I needed to be good. I needed to be the best.

Grabbing the pole with my right hand, I pulled myself toward the metal in a swift move and loosened my leg around it before facing the room. My audience must have thought I could see them, but they were wrong. There was no one but me and nothing but the pulsating, sinful music. Though I knew they could see me clearly. I knew they were watching me like hawks. My curvy yet fit form was in front of them, urging them to want me, to desire me and maybe even to judge me. I could feel the pressure of their hungry gazes on my skin. Their eyes roamed my curves hungrily. I knew what they saw. Shaped legs, full hips, toned stomach and full breasts. Some of them might even be imagining my body underneath theirs.

The tension around the room was like a living entity as I slowly slid down and bent my knees in front of me. I waited until the tension wrapped my body. I couldn’t see anyone, but I could feel their excitement soak into me, pulsating around me. I knew they were waiting for my next move and that made me smile. That gave me a strange power over the room and everyone in it.

With the sharp notes of the music, I spread my legs apart and dropped my hand from the pole to my breasts, caressing the swell of them. My hand moved down a little more to play with my nipples through the white lace of my bra. The white lace on my tan skin didn’t leave much to the imagination. My light brown nipples were visible under the spotlight above me.

My hand fell from my breast to the waistband of the white lace panties, straight down to cup my sex. I was wet; my body enjoyed this no matter what the reason was. I slid my hand inside my panties, slowly rubbed my wetness all over my bare skin as my back arched from the sensation. My lips parted in the shape of an O while I played with my sensitive spot.

The track changed into something more seductive and devilish. It was an ironic change, really, while I sat there with angel wings and white underwear, playing with myself in front of the crowd.

After getting my hand out of the panties I brought my fingers to my lips. I could feel my own arousal, I could smell it and with a flick of my tongue, I could taste it. It was a bold move, but it made me feel wild. I opened my eyes and placed my hand back on the pole.

I smiled mischievously towards the room even though I couldn’t see anything. It was all an illusion.

I pulled myself up slowly and moved my hips seductively against the pole. Hard and cold metal slid between my ass cheeks. I put my hands on my shoulders, lowered them and caressed my curves teasingly before stopping at the front of my bra.

My show was all about creating the feeling of anticipation. That’s why I waited until the music reached a high note to unclasp my bra and let it fall from my body.  I played with my puckered nipples before turning my back to the crowd.

I needed to be good. I needed to be the best.

This mantra chanted over and over in my head.

The moment the room filled with high and completely passionate music, I jumped to the pole with my legs and arms wrapped around it like it was my lover. Balancing myself with my hands, I rubbed my core up and down to the metal bar.

The music became more dangerous and sensual with every passing second. It urged me to be bolder and I couldn’t resist the temptation. Releasing the pole, I balanced myself with my legs only. The metal was slick between my legs, but I didn’t care while leaning back. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.

Listening to the music carefully I waited to make my last move. The beat of the song was making love with the tension around the room. The pulsating rhythm and anticipation were palpable. Music, my dance, the excitement and anticipation…everything in the club was like a sexual act. As the beat reached the climax of the song, I pulled the straps of my panties on both sides.

The stage darkened as I was suspended in the air with my legs wrapped around the pole, wearing nothing but the white angelic wings on my shoulders.

I was falling from heaven like a fallen angel…in the real world…

I was going to be a dancer…a lover…and a liar…

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UNKNOWN

Finally!

A new one came…a new blood. Just at the right time, at the very moment when I needed a new toy.

It was lucky that I was here tonight, and I could leave without anyone knowing I had even been here.

All thanks to the purple haired beauty…my new toy.

The spark in her eyes was mesmerizing. It would be a lot of fun to break her, turn her skin red, and leave marks on her flawless skin.

I would watch as the brightness leaves her, making her vulnerable to me.

I sat in my dark corner, watching her dance, moving that sinful body to the music. She had no idea who was watching her or whose attention she’d gotten.

But I had my eyes on her.

And all I had to do was wait…

Wait for that right moment.